Richard woke up, feeling fully rested, but still somewhat dizzy. It didn't take long for it to calm down, as he thought through the situation at hand, and only after coming to the conclusion that there were no immediate dangers at hand, he took the time to sit up. After all, lying down worked nicely for thinking through stuff. He did have a lot of questions on his mind though, but those were mostly uninteresting, and only there because the day before had brought them up. Richard stretched, and removed the duvet, before getting out of bed. He didn't like the cold sensation from the lack of his duvet -even if he was wearing his pajamas- but it was a good way to wake up more completely, so he didn't mind either. Besides, it was followed by a hot shower, and after shaving off what he had of a stubble -which was almost nothing- he changed into a fresh set of clothes, a brown turtle neck and a darker pair of pants.
He wasn't sure whether or not he wanted to put the badge on, as it was a symbol of him being a pawn, yet it might be a bit strange for him not to wear it. If anything seemed out of place, who was to say they didn't suspect him more? Then again, he didn't doubt they already saw him as strange, the badge didn't really add anything to that. He decided that it wasn't important, and kept it in his pocket, together with the items from the box. He also had a several pairs of rubber gloves, each pair packed in a bag, so that they were clean if he needed them. Even as head of D6, there could still be a need, especially if he managed to fit going to his personal lab into that. "I somehow doubt that," he had to admit. "Still, perhaps Daniel would be able to make it happen." Richard didn't rely too much on the man, as he didn't really know what else he could use him for, apart from writing reports, and sorting stuff out.
He had seen movies and the likes; where assistants brought coffee and did other small tasks, but that seemed to be... well, off. No reason to keep someone who could be working on a report or something more interesting than that, busy with stuff one could easily do oneself. Besides, food and drinks where one worked was a big bad for Richard. Even if he now had an office, even bringing a cup of coffee inside was something he'd be hesitant to. He kept his work and feeding apart from each other, and had done so since he was young.
That still hadn't stopped his mother from bringing in hot chocolate when he was working on projects or the likes in the winter, and hadn't come out from his room in a few hours. Back then, whenever it started snowing, he had little interesting in going out to collect stuff like leaves and other kind of samples as such, as he disliked the cold. Besides, there was a limited amount of samples one could find. Apart from when he had been dragged out by his sister or mother to go to the store -sometimes the car didn't even start because of the cold and they had just dragged him out in order to play- Richard had stayed inside. Snow wasn't bad from there, he liked how it made everything seem tidy and clean, a pure white reaching over and covering the trees and ground, and after a while, covering ice on the small lake there. It wasn't something that made him curious, but it was interesting that the frosty layers preserved the samples underneath. It was fascinating, in a way.
He'd sit in the window, look outside for a while, and then his mother would ask him if he wanted to go out to play. Richard couldn't remember a time he had agreed to do so, but more often than not he had ended up with a scarf around his neck, a woolen coat, and a pair of mittens. Allison was sent out to keep him company, but she would always start throwing snowballs at him. He would run away and hide behind a pile of snow until he was allowed in again. Richard would head for his room, and not get out before he felt warm again. Once in a while, he might choose to stay in the living-room, to feel the warmth of the fire-place. If he did, his mother would bring him something to eat, and a blanket, which made the experience a bit better. She would then pat his head, slowly, and ask him if he was still cold. Richard remembered that he would usually just shake his head, both to get her hand off, and to say no.
He noticed that he was sitting on his bed, staring into the mostly empty room, thinking about the past. Richard sighed, and got up. It was something he didn't use to do, but he didn't really feel like reading too much into it. "I should eat something," he thought, changing the topic in his mind. Thinking about the past was useless, and uninteresting. "And then I need to get to that office, I guess."
He then went to get some food in the D6 cafeteria.
